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... fair , not pale , was so slightly and delicately tinged with the rose , that many thought the lily had an undue proportion in her com- plexion . But in that predominance of the paler flower , there was nothing sickly or languid ; it was ...
... fair , not pale , was so slightly and delicately tinged with the rose , that many thought the lily had an undue proportion in her com- plexion . But in that predominance of the paler flower , there was nothing sickly or languid ; it was ...
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... Fair - isle or Foulah . And fare thee well , my pretty Bren- da , and keep a thought for me , should the Paba men dance ever so well . " " Take care of yourself , since go you will , " said both sisters , together . Old Magnus scolded ...
... Fair - isle or Foulah . And fare thee well , my pretty Bren- da , and keep a thought for me , should the Paba men dance ever so well . " " Take care of yourself , since go you will , " said both sisters , together . Old Magnus scolded ...
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... fair face of his ain . " " Ye would have let many a fair face , " said Triptole- mus , pass the door pining , if it had not been for the gold chain . " 66 " Nae doubt , nae doubt , " replied Barbara ; " ye wad not have me waste our ...
... fair face of his ain . " " Ye would have let many a fair face , " said Triptole- mus , pass the door pining , if it had not been for the gold chain . " 66 " Nae doubt , nae doubt , " replied Barbara ; " ye wad not have me waste our ...
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... fair and canny , or we will have a ravelled hasp on the yarn - windles . " As she spoke , a woman tall enough almost to touch the top of the door with her cap , stepped into the room , sign- ing the cross as she entered , and ...
... fair and canny , or we will have a ravelled hasp on the yarn - windles . " As she spoke , a woman tall enough almost to touch the top of the door with her cap , stepped into the room , sign- ing the cross as she entered , and ...
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... fair , Baby - she will maybe part with the secret for a hundred pund Scots . " ་ ་ " An hundred fules ' heads , " replied Baby- " bid her five merks of ready siller . I never knew a witch in my life but she was as poor as Job . " Norna ...
... fair , Baby - she will maybe part with the secret for a hundred pund Scots . " ་ ་ " An hundred fules ' heads , " replied Baby- " bid her five merks of ready siller . I never knew a witch in my life but she was as poor as Job . " Norna ...
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29 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - Portugal I sung, Was but the prelude to that glorious day, When thou on silver Thames did'st cut thy way, With...
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - If strangers sometimes conceived that her fine features were clouded by melancholy for which her age and situation could scarce have given occasion, they were soon satisfied, upon further acquaintance, that the placid mild quietude of her disposition, and the mental energy of a character which was but little interested in ordinary and trivial occurrences, was the real...